35%. Sheesh. I just know it’s because I said I’d try to find and help my fambly.
Stoopid fambly. They get you killed by zombies every time.
Well, thanks for trying anyway, babe.
I saw a t-shirt that said, “You’re my best friend, but when the zombies come, I’m tripping you.” Classic.
My stoopid family would probably already be zombies when I found them. And they would ask me, as they do nearly every day anyway, “what’s for dinner?”
Ha! I got 61%. Must be my uncanny skills with a machete coupled with my strange attraction for Walmart.
41%. I’m a dead man should the undead come.
And remember – Those denying the existence of murderous zombies are likely murderous zombies themselves.
68%. Without WalMart.
Ed, 68% without Walmart? Hmmm…good thing I carry my own machete ’cause I think that 68% means you’d shoot me and run!
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